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“Yeah. Well, he’s been like… following me. He came down to the studio tonight and bought the last two hours of my evening.”

“What?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the weird part.”

“Okay…”

I sigh as drops of rain fall heavily on my windshield. “I just let him finger me in the parking lot.”

“Wow! And you’re giving me shit about going to bed early?”

I roll my eyes. “I know. It’s weird, but he’s like so mysterious. He got all brooding and jealous, then came inside and told off my professor, bought two hours of time, and took off his shirt. I was massaging him and he’s so big and strong and… masculine. I don’t know…”

I can hear her judgment before she speaks. “The same dude that hasn’t said a word to you in weeks? That guy?” She says it as though I’ve lost my mind, and I probably have. I don’t know what’s come over me. This isn’t something I’d normally do. I don’t fall for weird guys. Hell, I don’t usually fall for any guys. You can’t be a virgin when you’re giving in to every hot ass in jeans you see. But that’s me, a twenty-four-year-old, weird, pent up, virgin. That’s probably why I let him touch me. That’s probably why I think his possessive aggression is hot. I’m clearly desperate.

“Yes, that guy. He’s following me home right now.”

“Wait… so you just gave a weird stalker permission to follow you home?”

I hadn’t thought of it like that. “I didn’t give him permission, and I don’t think he’s following me all the way to my home. He’s just following me back to town. He wanted to make sure I got back okay or something.”

“Right… because he’s in control of you now?”

“What? No. He’s not in control of me.”

She hums under her breath as though she’s filling in the space where critical words would go. When that doesn’t satisfy her, she says, “I’m coming over. You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

“No! That’s not why I called.”

“I appreciate that, but I’m still coming. Besides, you woke me up, and now I need purpose or I’m going to make some bad decisions of my own.”

“It’s that bad? Do you think maybe you should try dating someone else? If you get him off your mind, that might help.”

“I don’t want anyone else. Cooper is the only guy I think about. He’s perfect.”

Cooper is most definitely not perfect. He’s cocky, aggressive, and he wouldn’t know a feeling if it were biting him in the ass. Apparently, we both have a thing for that.

“Okay, fine. Meet me at my place, but if the beast follows me home, you have to be polite. Oh, and don’t tell him any of this stuff I told you. I don’t want to be that loser.”

She laughs. “Right. I promise to be polite to your stalker and keep your dirty, filthy, bad girl secrets to myself. Scout’s honor.”

“You were a girl scout, weren’t you?” I laugh.

“Is a Daisy a girl scout? I was a Daisy, but I only remember drinking weird milk and having to guess which animal it came from.”

“What? Gross!”

“Yeah. Why didn’t Mom make you do it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she should’ve. Clearly, I need to learn right from wrong.”

Iris laughs. “I have a feeling you know right from wrong, but you prefer wrong.”

“I have a feeling you’re right.”

I glance up into the rear-view mirror to see James’ truck still trailing me. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but my clit is still throbbing. No, it’s aching. I need this man. I want him to shoot out my tire, pull over, and fuck me on the side of the road like he needs me so bad that he can’t control himself.

Maybe that’s the allure. The desperation of it all.

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